![]() Burglar was found guilty of billions of counts of burger larceny and poorly concealing his penis in the titlepic and sentenced to death by firing squad.Įsselfortium for getting the resource wad set up, and making some super sick textures, Shaikoten in his usual hosting and TITLE/INTERPIC duties, Xaser and nub_hat for tireless compilation and dealing with last minute changes, dew for being basically the gameplay director. The Yeoman Engineers and Designers of Software carried out the arrest and swiftly carried out a military tribunal. ![]() in Doomworld they say, That the Hamburglars hidden penis grew three sizes that day!Īnd then he was arrested for lewd conduct with Joe-Ilya in the men's room of a McDonalds. cannot be robbled!" And what happened then? Well. but how long before it goes bad, or is eaten by the Hamburglar? Will this meaty masterstroke be the saviour of Christmas, or its ultimate undoing?"Īnd the Hamburglar puzzled, till his puzzler was sore Then thought of a thing that he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from McDonalds." "Maybe Christmas. One of these facilities now houses The Prize. Instead, the disgusting tramp of a man was only able to consume a whole 7 of the burgers before his stomach gave way and he was forced to ship the rest of them to his top secret Threecock Christmas Facilities for quality assessment. It was these meals that prevented the dreaded Hamburglar from eating everything in the back of the truck, his gristly whiskers lapping up the meat with fevered relish. ![]() The burger was transported cross-country with 48 (respectably delicious) dummy-meals for protection. Christmas would take on a whole new meaning, and this time there would be no mistakes. Together, they would drive the Yeoman Engineers of Software and Design into a golden age of quality dining and unencumbered festivity. The chief engineer-turned-overlord of foodstuffs, Percival Mechacook, deemed it necessary to awaken Shaitoken from his long winter's slumber to celebrate this yuletide achievement. Finally, the long summer's study in Aberdonian cuisine and bovine mating rituals had yielded of a supple, juicy tower clad with buns too good to slap and the fattest sow the YEDS had ever sewn. 32in24-14: How the Hamburglar Stole Christmas
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